One of the places where people cry the most is probably the immigration
line in the airport. That last moments of watching your loved ones walking
towards a “not-always-nice” immigration agent, from which we will talk about in
another post. Even if you try to hold it it’s hard to let go, you know that
this are the last minutes you will share with that person in some time.
When living abroad for a while, and especially if you are a
foreign student, saying good-bye is part of the daily routine. I’m not saying
you turn into a hard cold rock, but as it is something so common, you become
more used to it. I, myself, am a cry-baby, but in my second year in France,
Cecilia, one of my dearest friends (almost a sister to me) left. She went back
to Peru, for God knows how much time, I walked her to the train, hugged her,
and that was it, no tears, no fear, just a normal part of the day.
So don’t feel bad if this happens to you, people with an
international life know that time with others is not eternal, and thus, we try
to make the most out of them, creating very strong bonds. We miss them, trust
me, but it gets easier to let go. Although
there are people that will be in your life no matter where you are, there will
always be people to get know, more strangers to talk to, and new cultures to
explore.
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